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When the music hits you shall feel no pain.
I need someone to go to the Perfect Circle show with. I need two more textbooks. I need to schedule a meeting with Autistic children and their teacher. I need to take the writing exam. I need to make an outline for my ten page single spaced Art and Photography paper. I need all of these things.
They are haunting me. And when I'm done worrying about them, I'll still have myself to worry about. Because wherever I go, there I am. There I'll be.
Perhaps this terrible disorder is good for something other than tormentive thought processes. The bookeeper left a note on my timecard thanking me for seperating and stacking up all the credit receipts, the debit receipts, the coupons, the recieved rainchecks, the written rainchecks, and the personal checks. "It is a big help :)"
My life can go to hell all around me, but hey my drawer at the drugstore is immaculate. As is the Valentines aisle. I've got all the pink bears facing duesouth and the frilly boxes of chocolates duenorth. The floating candles that declare their love. The candy hearts that say "fax me." If it's late enough at night, I'll sit down crosslegged on the floor to pretend to straighten the cardboard valentines. I'm really just staring sideways at the purple bears, inhaling dust, and trying not cry.
I only get to sell the purple bears to men on Valentines day. I have never received.
They are haunting me. And when I'm done worrying about them, I'll still have myself to worry about. Because wherever I go, there I am. There I'll be.
Perhaps this terrible disorder is good for something other than tormentive thought processes. The bookeeper left a note on my timecard thanking me for seperating and stacking up all the credit receipts, the debit receipts, the coupons, the recieved rainchecks, the written rainchecks, and the personal checks. "It is a big help :)"
My life can go to hell all around me, but hey my drawer at the drugstore is immaculate. As is the Valentines aisle. I've got all the pink bears facing duesouth and the frilly boxes of chocolates duenorth. The floating candles that declare their love. The candy hearts that say "fax me." If it's late enough at night, I'll sit down crosslegged on the floor to pretend to straighten the cardboard valentines. I'm really just staring sideways at the purple bears, inhaling dust, and trying not cry.
I only get to sell the purple bears to men on Valentines day. I have never received.
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..you've never been given a purple bear? I can't even begin to think what that must be like. It just yells out to me reach out and give you a hug.
I personally dislike Valentine's, for what the day is, not what it stands for (and personal history), but I always try to do something, even a little something for the people close to me.
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well. if you buy a purple bear on valentines day, give it right back to the cashiere. that's the sweetest thing i can think of. unless the cashiere is a hairy guy. actually. maybe even then.
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Or you just wanted to pick up said cashier.
Sup.
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when cupid knocks at yo door
what if its a beefy cashiere guy
what then
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But your right though, random acts of kindness are just about the best thing that anyone can receive.
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